Heaven, Pt. 1 Lyrics

The high priest Ennoch

Speak to me when I beat box

You can smell the loud down three blocks

Can I match these Gucci slides with the supreme socks

Fuck it I'm running late

So I upped and grabbed my Reebok's

The high chief

Speaks to me

But you all you hear is the beep bop

Words not meant for the weak heart

First you inhale from the leaf

until you see spots

You Take another hit

You hold it in you just might see god

Believe dog

Liberate their minds by any means necessary

Kill yo masters with vocabulary

My team like the military

Put competition in the cemetery

Liberate their minds by any means necessary

Kill yo masters with vocabulary

My team like the military

Put competition in the cemetery

Poured out the whole 40

For all my departed homies

Cracked open another one

It was stale a bit foamy

And Something told me

Something tried to warn me

Don't leave your home today

But I gotta get it you know me

And here's the set up

I'm just trying to get my bread up

And smoke like I'm Ludda

Aye trusha when you smoke the budda

Gotta be on watch for the Hurra

Cause now a days they the shooters

Ain't that screwed up

Liberate their minds by any means necessary

Kill yo masters with vocabulary

My team move like the military

Put competition in the cemetery

Liberate their minds by any means necessary

Kill yo masters with vocabulary

My team move like the military

Put competition in the cemetery

The late rapper tupac

Speaks to me through the juke box

Won't you please play another Doo-wop

I got a mac 10 but I'm sippin outta a juice box

You can hear the knock

From the bass down a few blocks

America's most

They ain't even come close

They flows ain't chose nah

They ain't even want smoke yeah

Must I remind them

The differences are just the beginning

My team stay winning

Liberate their minds by any means necessary

Kill yo masters with vocabulary

My team move like the military

Put competition in the cemetery